This weekend I went to SF to have brunch with a coworker and made a bunch of pancakes to take over!
We were happy ladies after a delicious brunch of orange pancakes and basil/goat chedder/apple salad! On the left in the green shirt is my coworker, Liz Kee who wants to start her own NGO maybe in Thailand to aid people through architecture. She is only 24 and has had the same boyfriend for 9 years, needless to stay she is a fine example of sticking to her goals and is a delight to hang out with.
After brunch we went to a Carlo's Bar in the Mission to watch the US vs. Ghana game. The Mission is the Latin American neighborhood in SF and is overflowing with colorful religious and political murals.
What I personally love about the Mission is the same thing I love about small towns like Castro del Rio in Spain or even Austin: the community is the heartbeat of the place. People are outside constantly, they live their lives in contact with their neighbors through street markets, open patio bars, chairs on the sidewalks...etc. The place is the people and vice versa. Compare this to a city that stands apart from it's 'community' like Las Vegas or even New York in some parts which seems to exist no matter who lives there. Maybe because there is a constant flux of new people in these cities there isn't enough time to build rooted social practices that encourage neighbors to network with each other. My desire for the future is to live in a place with such a strong community spirit and am reminded once again of how happy I am to have moved to Austin.
I encourage my ENTIRE family to move down there when you all retire.
Anyways, the US team lost the match.
So we decided to quell our sorrows with some HOT salsa.
And stop by PRIDE..which was not all it's cracked up to be. There were 90% less naked people than I expected to be there but there was this guy...
...who looked like the kind of thing that could ruin a vacuum cleaner after a wild New Year's Eve Disco
And a '200 lb. cock' .........DON"T WORRY it's only a ROOSTER!...
And my favorite thing to wear during negotiations of any kind: Lucha Libre Masks.
These are the theatrical masks that luchadores wear when pro-wrestling in Mexico and other Latin American countries. Erik if you read my blog I am thinking of buying one for you, let me know if you are interested in being a luchadore.
Aye Aye Aye!
The next day I was supposed to meet Shannon for the PRIDE parade but I was too sick so I went to a cafeteria in Berkeley conmismo to watch the Mexico vs. Argentina game.
I was for Mexico and we lost. A mi fui muy triste por Mexico!
As sad as I was I immediately cheered up upon finding this gem of old-timey humor on Berkeley's campus. I was just waiting for one of the Marx Brothers to come out and make a joke about how it's dangerous enough having 'wet floors' INSIDE a building but now...
That is all. I hope everyone has a liberating Fourth of July!
Also, please remember Nanny Edwards and the way she would daintily walk to the water's edge smiling all the way or slam a PBR like a 16 year old girl at the drive-in movies. This lady taught herself to sew from a book, had the highest G.E.D. score in all of Mississippi (?) and raised a real empire of a family. She also was in love and loved by her kindred spirit and now they are together probably line dancing with a bunch of shooting stars.
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